My Play Things
Chapter 1: "Stock Market Guy"
You know what I’ve always found uniquely amusing? How you boys are always getting the title of the big, scary, bad wolf. The ones we need to be weary of in the dating-sex world…
Of course, I am using the words “uniquely amusing to me” very much on purpose, because it’s what I collect, how I collect it and what I do with said “thing” once it’s been added to my collection, that makes it difficult for me to put much actual worry into me personally being “Worried about you big, tough, scary boys!”
… It’s you and your cock that should be looking over your shoulder 😉
See, some people collect art or high end antiques. Rare coins, shoes, watches, stuffed animals… You know? Stuff. My point here is that people often have some kind of hobby or collection as part of their everyday life that brings them joy or pleasure!
I collect play things.
More specifically, rich, powerful, hung men; To edge, tease, toy, destroy, pleasure and fuck with til my hearts content! (And their willpower is nonexistent!) 😛
The richer the guy, the better. Because the richer they are, the more untouchable they THINK they are, and I get off most owning the bodies and minds of the ones arrogant enough to think they’re actually more than a big, pretty dick made for my amusement!
Rich guys also make my process practically effortless.
They’re always easy to find, they’re just as easy to vet, and (if they fit my cock-criteria) convincing them back to my place for a few more “drinks” is like taking candy from a baby! (Most of the time they actually think it’s their idea 😂)
Finding my “marks” is as simple as keeping a growing and rotating list of the most high-end or exclusive clubs and bars in town. The more expensive the drink menu, the better! Rich, utterly self indulged men love paying $65 for a drink! After that, it’s just about vetting them to make sure they have the kind of cock I collect for my edging and teasing fun!
This SHOULD be the tricky part, but I’d be lying to you if I said it actually was…
A man who already thinks the sun and stars revolve around him, seems to have no issues with me abruptly reaching for his cock at the dimly lit vip couch that we’re sitting on. He’s far too busy basking in the fact that “I’m flirting with him” and that clearly, “He’s in charge” …
So that’s exactly what I do.
I flirt, I get close, make sure my mark is a rich, self absorbed asshole, and then I grab his cock through his dress pants and start gently stroking. Edging, massaging, stroking and sensually pumping until he’s rock hard and swaying his hips for more…
Then I stop.
Just as abruptly as I started.
If he’s got a big cock, I tell him I live pretty close by, and while my liquor cabinet isn’t this fancy, it’s well stocked. If his cock isn’t up to my standard? Well, I just go back to stroking. 😏
I hand fuck his cock through his dress pants over and over and over and over, always stopping when he’s just a few gentle pumps away from shooting his load, keeping him on edge all night! And he just keeps getting hornier and hornier! Like, until he’s losing his fucking mind thinking he’s hit the jackpot tonight with me!
(This is when these loser, assholes with their below average cocks almost always wanna start making out and touching me... But I’ve developed a simple and quick fix for that too!)
I whisper in his ear, coaxing him with how bad he wants to cum? (At which point he’s barely forming any real words anymore from wanting me to finish him so badly.) Then I simply tell him I’ll only let him cum if he sits there like a good boy and let’s me keep playing with him... That I LOVE playing with his cock!
I fuck with his little dick a few more rounds, to the point there’s usually so much pre-cum in his boxers that it’s clearly leaking through to his million dollar dress pants, then I make my move. My disappearing act. 💨
I run my fingers through his hair and grab, amping up my flirtatious tone to the point that my words alone are practically making him shoot! Then I usually play this move:
I tell him that I’m going to the washroom to take off my panties, but first I’ll be stopping at the bar to have the most expensive bottle of champagne they have sent over to us on his dime. 🍾
Before getting up, I gently nibble on his ear and divulge to him a “Secret from my bucket list” That I’ve always wanted to fuck in public at a place JUST. LIKE. THIS. And that when I came back, my new seat for the rest of the night would be on his lap…
I get up, go to the bar and order the bottle, pointing to him as he grins and waves like an idiot, still trying to fight through how insanely horny he is as he watches me continue on round the corner to the ladies room.
… Round the corner, right past the ladies room and out into the night!
Satisfied with tonights entertainment and leaving it right there waiting, dumbfounded. Aching and on edge in an overpriced night club, as a $1200 bottle of champagne makes it’s way over.
Tonight’s mark however, let’s just call him “Stock Market Guy.” He’s one of the lucky ones. As I reached for his dick at the club, and it came to happy, hard life in my hards, my eyes lit up and my mouth watered at how big and yummy it felt!
I’ve definitely had bigger to play with… But I was REALLY in the mood to hear my room filled with helpless grunting and moaning, and he would do just fine!🫦
I played him like the tool he is, and just like all those before him, he was mine. He was fucked. Actually, this one was extra fucked, because this particular “mark” also had a foot fetish! It was something he wasted no time in sharing with me, commenting on the gorgeous heels I was wearing as I sat cross legged massaging his cock through his dress pants.
When he said it, I naturally started to dangle the heel of my top foot, flexing and swaying it… The sexy, satin soft and perfectly detailed high arch of my foot now on full display for him as his cock pulsed in my hands to the rhythm of my dangling heel.
I don’t normally let my play-things touch me, but with how much I love having the soles of my feet touched, I figured I’d make an exception tonight! Swinging my feet up onto his lap and instructing him to slip me out of my heels and rub my feet!
His eyes lit up like stars as they feasted on every inch of my bare feet and his hands got to work, making sweet love to all the soft, deep wrinkles painted on my flawless, pampered soles. My high arches flexed for him as he pressed his skillful thumbs into them and I couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan! He was good at this! 🤤
I decided to take a brief detour from my usual routine to really kick back and enjoy this; Edging and massaging his explosively hard cock with whatever sole he wasn’t busy massaging. To my surprise, I found myself immensely enjoying the feeling of his shaft eagerly hugging and throbbing into my soles and arches, something I’d need to explore a bit more once I had him back at my place and… “Situated.”
We were back at my place in no time, a drink in my hand and a “special” drink in his. One that, just like all my playthings before him, never thought to question. After all, why would a rich, powerful guy like him ever worry about such a thing right? 🤷🏼♀️
He slowly came to the next morning just like they all do. Tied up, naked in whatever position I was feeling at the time, blindfolded and ready for me to fuck with all day. And just like all the ones before him, he WOULD be here all day!
He would grunt for me, gasp for me and moan for me just like all my toys before him, and just like them, he would give over. He would give over his body, he would give over his mind and he would give over all of his so-called power. To me.
By the time I did finally let him cum, the cuffs and the blindfold will be irrelevant. He won’t be a rich, powerful man that I captured and teased to insanity. He’ll just be another man with a big cock who’s addicted to me. Who Belongs to me.
Just another plaything in my ever growing collection 🧸
To Be Continued…
Xoxo
-Gwen 😈
PS. During my hobby collecting, I've discovered two very fun, almost universal things about men!
- Almost all of you have incredibly sensitive nipples that are beyond easy to wreak havoc on! 😈
And 2. SO many of you big, tough boys are just hopelessly, helplessly, embarrassingly ticklish!! 😋
I'll show off example #1 today, but don't worry, I'm sure one of my upcoming play things will be more than happy to showcase that second statement in no time...